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vincent malloy is seven years old
he's always polite and does what he's told
for a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
but he wants to be just like vincent price
he doesn't mind living with his sister, dog & cats
though he'd rather share a home with spiders & bats
there he could reflect on the horrors he's invented
and wander dark hallways alone & tormented
vincent is nice when is aunt comes to see him
but imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
he likes to experiment on his dog abercrombie
in the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
so he and his horrible zombie dog
can go searching for victims in the london fog
his thoughts though aren't only of ghoulish crime
he likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
while other kids read books like 'go, jane, go'
vincents favorite author is edgar allan poe
one night while reading a gruesome tale,
he read a passage that made him turn pale
such horrible news he could not survive
for his beautiful wife had been buried alive
he dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
unaware that her grave was his mothers flower bed
his mother sent vincent off to his room
he knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
while alone and insane, encased in his doom
vincents mother burst suddenly into the room
she said: "If you want to, you can go out and play,
it's sunny outside and a beautiful day"
vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak
the years of isolation had made him quite weak
so he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"i am possessed by this house and can never leave it again"
his mother said: "you are not possessed and you're not almost dead
these games that you play are all in your head;
you're not vincent price, you're vincent malloy
you're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
you're seven years old and you are my son
i want you to get outside and have some real fun"
her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
and while vincent backed slowly against the wall
the room started to shiver and creak
his horrid insanity had reached its peak
he saw abercrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave
she spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
while through cracking walls reached skeleton hands
every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mantle after two terrified screams
to escape the badness, he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
his voice was soft and very slow
as he quoted 'the raven' from edgar allan poe:
"and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted... nevermore."
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nice huh?

... it's not my work... Vincent Price wrote it and Tim Burton made a short film to go with it. kaybye

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